ECLISSE DI SOLE ISA BASILICA || 19XX

The basilica was like a cold pair of arms wrapping around you with an intense gaze that followed you everywhere. The only warmth was the chapel itself, the churchgoers filling the pews and tuning a faithful ear to the choir singing faithful hymns. Leon Tremblay, a gentle and commemorative speaker, approaches you curtly after service. Why you? Out of everyone? Curiosity piques you as he opens his mouth to speak, closes, as if nervous- pining.